Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Whore

Rosa writes: What the hell is this?

GSE: It's not what it looks like...

Rosa: The hell it isn't. We were on holiday for LESS THAN THREE WEEKS but could you keep your hands in your pockets? No, you couldn't. You were out there, whoring your way round third world cities to pick up street cats. Filthy, mangy, non-pedigree street cats! You're just a vile [spits] cat tourist.

GSE: Look, I'm human, I've got needs. Three weeks is a long time without...

Rosa: Tell me that you at least wore gloves.

GSE: Uhh...

Rosa: Oh fantastic. Not only have you trampled my heart, betrayed my trust but I'll probably catch fleas or ringworm or worse. You disgust me. I want a divorce.

Mits: Is it supper time yet?